Chapter 33
Above the clouds, there is the Yuanqi Pavilion.
As soon as Nie Wuhen entered the room, he settled Cassel down and gave him a lot of instructions. Finally, he bent down and looked Cassel in the eye.
Cassel couldn't stand him looking at him like this all the time, and he always felt something strange in his heart, but he couldn't explain it. He had no choice but to reach out and hold Nie Wuhen's hand, and put his cheek against his palm. While observing his expression, he responded crisply: "I know, don't worry."
Nie Wuhen didn't pull his hand back. His eyes fell on Cassel's cheek. He resisted the urge to pinch it and said, "I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?" Cassel paused and asked in confusion.
"Not going anywhere." Nie Wuhen said slowly, "Just at the top of the cloud."
"Oh." Cassel breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed Nie Wuhen's palm again, and after letting go, he said very sensibly, "Then you go and do your work first. I'll wait for you here."
Nie Wuhen was silent for a moment, withdrew his hand, and rubbed his thumb and index finger gently, which were still warm. He put his hands behind his back and finally said "Don't go down the mountain", then turned and left.
Cassel looked at his back and couldn't help but took two steps forward. He stood at the door, looking at Nie Wuhen's back with a slightly dull look in his eyes. He always felt like he had missed something, but he couldn't figure out what he had overlooked.
Or maybe he had become so accustomed to something that he simply didn't notice the hidden details.
The night is dotted with stars.
When Nie Wuhen walked in from the door, he saw Cassel sitting at the desk, holding an ink stick in one hand and a brush in the other, with a curious look on his face.
There is black ink on the cheeks and the backs of the hands.
When Cassel heard the voice, he subconsciously put down the things in his hands, looked up at him, and his eyes slightly avoided: "Why... are you back?"
Nie Wuhen nodded. He walked over and stood next to Cassel, and saw that the originally smooth paper was covered with black ink.
Cassel felt guilty, so he reached out and covered the black ink with his hand, flapped his wings gently, and said, "I was writing... I didn't mean to dirty this."
"It's okay." Nie Wuhen reached out and took the paper and put it aside. He took the ink stick, added some water, and began to grind the ink carefully.
Cassel stared at him with wide eyes: "So that's how it's used."
"…How do you use it?"
Cassel stretched out his hand, and his palm was full of ink: "I rubbed it with my hands, it's all black when I touch it..."
“…”
Nie Wuhen put down the ink stick and took out a handkerchief from the space. He lowered his head, held Cassel's wrist, and wiped the ink for him.
Cassel let him wipe it obediently. He tilted his head, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the question Nie Wuhen asked him today -
You are afraid of me.
Are you afraid?
Afraid...
But now...
Cassel touched his chest and felt that he was not that scary... Although the soul died so tragically, it deserved it; although the demon cultivator was an enemy in Nie Wuhen's eyes, he was just a demon and not a demon cultivator; although he wanted him to become a demon...
"What's wrong?" Nie Wuhen wiped his hands and put away the handkerchief. Seeing Cassel's confused and bewildered look, he asked.
Cassel took his hand back and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no." At the end, he took another furtive look at the inkstone and added in a low voice, "Maybe. I just think this pen is so difficult to use."
"It's not difficult to use." Nie Wuhen took the brush and handed it to Cassel. Cassel didn't understand why, but he took it anyway and whispered that he didn't know how to use it and he couldn't write well.
Nie Wuhen picked up another brush, glanced at Cassel, who was lying on the table and blinking at him, and said, "Sit up straight."
"Oh." Cassel didn't ask why, he straightened up immediately and was extremely well behaved.
Nie Wuhen went around behind him, leaned over and half-wrapped Cassel in his arms, stuffed the brush into Cassel's palm, and instructed him how to hold the brush.
Cassel's breathing paused. He was not used to Nie Wuhen suddenly getting so close to him. Moreover, his breath was scalding hot, and it sprinkled on his neck, burning his fingertips so much that they were trembling. But Nie Wuhen asked him why he couldn't hold the pen.
Cassel felt that the postures of the two were somewhat similar to those in the storybooks that the fox demon had shown him. The only difference was that in those storybooks, the hand of the person behind him was touching the person's face, and the two were kissing, but they did not.
"You're so close," Cassel clenched the pen tightly, humming and speaking out his thoughts heartlessly, "You're about to kiss me."
Nie Wuhen froze.
"That's how an angel expresses his blessing." Cassel turned his head and, while Nie Wuhen was still unconscious, kissed him on the cheek. His soft lips touched lightly and then quickly left. The moment he raised his eyes, he saw a blush on Nie Wuhen's cheeks, which quickly spread to his collar.
Cassel remembered the last time in Wangchuan, his lips accidentally brushed Nie Wuhen's neck. He was the same, not only his cheeks were red, but his ears were also red, and then... he let himself go.
"I..." Cassel was afraid that what happened last time would happen again, and that he would be thrown out, so he explained carefully, "I saw those little angels do this..."
Nie Wuhen pursed his lips, and when he came to his senses, his fingertips were trembling. He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging in his heart, and asked: "Aren't you a little devil? If you were a little devil, how would you express your blessing?"
Will you kiss too? Or do something else?
Cassel was at a loss. How could a devil bless others? He slapped his head, and only realized belatedly what he had done, and immediately became annoyed.
"I'm sorry," Cassel turned around and said pitifully, "I made a mistake."
Nie Wuhen: ""
"Why apologize?" Nie Wuhen showed an even more confused expression than Cassel for the first time, "What's wrong?"
"Devils don't bless," Cassel said sadly, "I just kissed you, and I brought bad luck to you."
“…Where did that come from?”
"Barbatos said so," Cassel said seriously, "He doesn't allow me to kiss anyone else."
Nie Wuhen had a bad feeling in his heart: "...Have you ever kissed him?"
Cassel also felt frightened. He clenched his fists and whispered, "I only kissed him once. He refused to let me kiss him and told me that I was passing bad luck to others. I am a little devil, and bad luck is my most important treasure."
Nie Wuhen curled his lips: "Baby likes Barbatos so much."
"Hmm...right."
The air around them was getting colder and colder, and Cassel's voice was getting lower and lower. He could sense that Nie Wuhen was in a bad mood, but he couldn't guess why, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Barbatos is fine."
In response to him, Nie Wuhen sneered.
Cassel: "..."
Nie Wuhen endured and endured, forcibly suppressing the nameless anger in his chest. He took several deep breaths and felt that although this man named Barbatos was shameless, he at least knew to tell Cassel not to kiss others randomly.
"Caselle," Nie Wuhen said stiffly and coldly, "Don't kiss anyone else in the future. Especially that guy named Barbatos."
Cassel watched the tabletop crack. He swallowed and nodded repeatedly, but after nodding twice, he felt that he had not asked clearly, so he stammered, "Then...are you someone else?"
Nie Wuhen: "..."
Cassel felt that the air around him had become a little warmer, at least not as cold anymore, so he asked again: "Then from now on... can I only kiss you?"
A breeze blew by, and there was no raging fire. Nie Wuhen lowered his eyes and said nothing.
After a while, he pursed his lips and said yes.
The voice was so soft that if Cassel hadn't been close to him, he wouldn't have been able to hear it clearly.
Cassel breathed a sigh of relief. He subconsciously wanted to stretch his shrunken wings, but Nie Wuhen was still standing behind him. He couldn't stretch them out. He could only touch his nose awkwardly and said, "So now... are you going to teach me how to write?"
"Teach." Nie Wuhen said slowly.
"Oh." Cassel lowered his head, trying hard to remember the movements of holding a pen that Nie Wuhen had just taught him, and began to study seriously.
There was a layer of coldness on the back of his hand, and Cassel was stunned. He watched Nie Wuhen hold his hand, apply a little force, lift it up a little, and start writing stroke by stroke.
"Come back to your senses."
Nie Wuhen reminded calmly. He lowered his head and made the final stroke, and the word was completed with a flourish of dragon and phoenix. Cassel exclaimed, his eyes sparkling, his tone full of excitement: "It's really beautiful. Well, it was written by the two of us."
Nie Wuhen's tone softened a little: "This is my last name. Nie."
"Nie Wuhen's 'Nie'." Cassel repeated. He blew gently on the paper three or four times before touching it with his hand. When he got closer, he could still smell the faint scent of ink.
"What about the rest of the words?" Cassel fluttered his eyelashes and said, "Can I write my name, too?"
"Okay." Nie Wuhen held his hand and wrote out the remaining two characters of his name. Just as he was about to pick up the pen to write Cassel's name, he suddenly stopped.
Cassel tilted his head to look at him, unable to hide the expectation in his eyes: "My name is here."
Nie Wuhen was silent for a moment: "How do you write the name of your world?"
"I know this." Cassel pulled out his hand, dipped his index finger in ink, and wrote his name on the paper, but because he wrote too hard, a hole appeared in the paper when he wrote the second letter. He was a little annoyed, so he changed the place where he wrote, and subconsciously wrote more lightly, but his writing was not clear and it was difficult to read.
Cassel: "..."
He was about to raise his hand to write, and Nie Wuhen asked him if he wanted to change a piece of paper, but Cassel stubbornly said no. I wrote the wrong one again, and only the last time did I write my name correctly.
Nie Wuhen said nothing. He looked at it carefully, then picked up a pen and added his own name under that name. The words are written a little small because there is no space below.
"Let's change the paper," Castle said dryly. "This paper is full. Let's change it."
Nie Wuhen agreed. He took out the paper with his own words on it and put it aside. There was another piece of paper as white as jade underneath. This time, Nie Wuhen took a pen and wrote Cassel's name on it.
It is very different from the square Chinese characters, but it does not affect anything.
Cassel's eyes widened: "It's so beautifully written. I want to write like this, too."
Nie Wuhen picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and put it in Cassel's palm. He held his hand again, and led him to write his name stroke by stroke.
"Would you like to try it?" Nie Wuhen asked him.
Cassel was obviously eager to try: "Okay."
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